Zorian nodded, pleased that the cube he had made was such a success. It was nothing special, just a simple stone cube with a bunch of light-emitting sigils arranged into a childish puzzle. He had found a design in one of the books Nora had recommended to him back when she had been tutoring him in spell formulas and decided making one would be doubly useful: it would give him some practical experience using spell formula and give Kirielle something with which to pass the time.
“Sounds like she had fun today,” Zorian remarked. “What did she need me for, then?”
Imaya gave him a strange look. “You’re her big brother. She doesn’t need a special reason to miss you.”
“And the real reason?” Zorian pressed.
“Kana dozed off and your toy ran out of mana and went inert,” Imaya finally admitted
